Wanderlust **, an Alternating Sonnet Options

[Cleo_Serapis]

Wanderlust

She greets the morn' with tantalizing grace
and flits along an unsuspecting breeze.
Her wonderland awaits. Moments she'd freeze
if only she could find her long-lost place.

Among a floral canvas, splendor calls
where boundaries are scaled. No longer walls
preclude her progress; winsome turns she'll drift!

Entwined within bright blooms, she hides her face
and dines on woodland's nectar. She's a tease!
Companions of the glen can never seize
her boundless will. Yet, always there's a trace . . .

And when her time has come to pass, we'll see
true loveliness preserved: Perception's gift
and wonder if somehow, she could be me.

Copyright © Lorraine M Kanter 15 July 2014

[Thoth]

Mmh . . .who is this minuscule ethereal spirit? I see perhaps a butterfly flittering among the flowers, momentarily pausing to search a likely blossom then hesitating, she sups on nectar pollinating the blossoms so fertile seed may perpetuate the cycle of life.

Most wonderfully you have sketched the dynamics of this scene, spinning it all into 14 enchanting lines of verse but there’s more; Is that a trace of envy in the narrator’s voice ? I don’t think so. . . I see it like a humble realization that every living creature, each on their own scale within the universe serves toward a common purpose. Like looking though a magnifying glass and recognizing there a mirrored replication of our own dimension.

Lorri, that is inspirational poetry indeed!! Splendid work.

I shall decline to crit because I’m sure its is exactly the way you want it. The stumble that Jerry bumped against in L3, if not intentional is an absolutely perfect nuance to the stuttering flight of the butterfly.

Thanks for sharing and I do hope your wonderful muse has come of out of seclusion to flutter on sunbeams.

Hugz

Wally